A Dying Breed: Part 5

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         I wake up an uncountable amount of hours latter to the sounds of loud screeching. I groan loudly and look around only to realize where we still are. Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit. Okay, all i can do right now is think. I look back over towards the screeching to see the large door finish it's slow rise to the ceiling. 

         "GOOD MORNING", Shouted a voice that was high pitched with a hint of insanity. "I'm glad to see you have decided to wake up" He continues, "I'm surprised you guys got up as quickly as you did. Most people stay out until we wake them up. Y'all must be some kind of special." The voice sounds like it's drilling into my skull at this point. The constant echo that resonates through the room.

       I look over to my right away from the voice to see a slightly stirred Jonathan Laying against my shoulder. I look back over at the door to see if it is just the kid, turns out there's 5. The middle stands this short, masked figure. He wears tattered dirty robes and jackets and so on. His face appears to be hidden behind a gas mask and he has some form of blade on his side. To his flanks are 4 Tall stocky looking guys (At least they look like guys) wearing sunglasses, bandannas over their mouths, and hats on their heads. They all sport baseball bats slung over their shoulders. 

       "As you've seen, your friends are in the locked room", He starts again with a quiet cackle. "They haven't been harmed, yet. They will remain untouched as long as you can manage your own against my goons here." I hear a sick, harsh laughter follow his words from those surrounding him. 

      After a few minutes I hear the doors start to screech closed ones again and i shake John awake, "Hey, you gotta wake up now," I say calmly before realizing there are footsteps echoing through the room. Wait, what? Why are there- I'm cut off by the sharp sound of a baseball bat hitting the ground next to me. I quickly turn my head to see 4 dark figures standing over me and a bat laying next to me... Here we go.. 

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